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*Thirty-One Days is powerful, visceral, uncomfortable, disturbing and disgusting at times. Many readers will find the blatant misogyny of its narrator acutely offensive. Although his thirty one women ostensibly consent, many of his conquests deserve to be called rape. He doesn't kill any of his women – quite – but he comes close in several cases.
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Twenty-six year old Derek Helton accepts the challenge of a lifetime. The challenge involves sex. The challenge requires thirty-one women. The challenge will take thirty-one days.
And so it begins. Social media spreads the legend of Derek Helton across the United States. Can one man’s life get any better?
Somewhere along his incredible journey, Derek breaks badly. He falls so far off the path he cannot find his way back. And in the deep, dark underground, he begins a life and death struggle against a formidable foe.
Highly erotic, extremely twisted, Thirty-one Days is a cover to cover jackhammer that will pound your safe, comfortable little world into oblivion. You will never look at men or women the same way again.
Unable to put this book down. A fantastic journey into a strange mind, plus tons of white hot erotica. The story telling pulls you deep into the being of Derek Helton. It is a place you may or may not feel comfortable. The storyline p.o.v. is amazing, so real, so hot, so dirty. Enjoy the journey, this is a trip you have NEVER made before. Can't wait for the next installment.
Erotica is about the journey. Whereas romance focuses on the end of the road, the elimination of obstacles and the consummation of desire, erotica frequently concerns itself with the twists and turns required to get to that point, and sometimes, with the mishaps that send you hurtling off the highway and over the precipice.
Thirty-One Days details the erotic journey of its narrator, a self-absorbed, egotistical, insecure young man, from het-sex god to gay submissive to (possibly) mass murderer. Related in an informal first person that's not quite stream of consciousness, it's a harrowing trip indeed. To call this book “raw” would be an understatement. Extreme sex, extreme violence, pain, humiliation, drugs, knives, branding, blood, piss, shit and vomit – you'll find all this and more in this four hundred plus page novel. Yet I would not say the book is pure exploitation. I don't think Ms. Jefferson (Amazon identifies the author as female, a surprise to me) wrote this tale purely to shock. There are nuggets of truth buried in even the most outrageous scenes. The main character (dare I call him a hero?) feels real, with his alternating doubt and bravado, his continued attempts to resist the temptations of his dark side and his continued failures. The book definitely made me squirm at times, yet I wanted to keep reading – not because I particularly like the violent and degrading sex, but because I was fascinated by the protagonist's downward spiral.
As the book begins, it's the first of December. The narrator (whose name I never noticed, but whom Amazon identifies as “Derek”) and his drinking buddies dream up a crazy challenge. Each of them will fuck thirty one different women, one per day until the New Year. The other three guys who take the pledge last no more than a day or two. Derek, on the other hand, is a chick magnet. All he has to do, it seems, is smile and the woman's in his bed.
The book gleefully recounts the details of each encounter. Initially, Derek targets girls his own age – ex-girlfriends, the bartender at the local watering hole, visiting coeds he meets at holiday parties. As Christmas approaches, his conquests become more ambitious and risky. He beds a sexually curious sixteen year old one night, then her insatiable forty-something mother the next. He stalks the classy, curvy middle-aged librarian, who just happens to be his next door neighbor, and buggers her among the stacks. At a company party, he tempts the pregnant wife of a colleague into the restaurant kitchen and fucks her until she bleeds.
Ms. Jefferson has a finely tuned sense of timing. The structure of Thirty-One Days is deliberate and artful. The fateful thirty one days of debauchery unfold in flashbacks, interspersed with scenes from the present, where Derek haunts the narrow, spunk-scented corridors of gay sex clubs, trying to convince himself he's not a homosexual. Despite his determination to do nothing more than prove his dominant masculinity, he is repeatedly drawn into situations where he allows himself to be bound, beaten and sodomized by other men, particularly a skinny, effeminate but intelligent guy named Stevie who is both his nemesis and his mentor. The book alternates between Derek's confused, increasingly violent homoerotic adventures and his heterosexual pre-New-Year's fucks, which each day grow more extreme but less enjoyable. The narrator hints at a crisis, but only in the last quarter of the book do we discover what event has sent him spinning into the world of leather, poppers and glory holes. Of course, we suspect (as does he) that a sexual attraction to men and a craving for abuse (as both receiver and giver) were latent in his nature all along, but something had to snap before he could consciously consider such a thing.
So, is this so-called erotica arousing? Thirty-One Days is powerful, visceral, uncomfortable, disturbing, disgusting at times. Many readers will find the blatant misogyny of its narrator acutely offensive. Although his thirty one women ostensibly consent, many of his conquests deserve to be called rape. He doesn't kill any of his women – quite – but he comes close in several cases. He's concerned at first, both about their pleasure and their safety, but as the month goes on, his cruelty and callousness reach almost unbelievable levels. Some readers may feel he deserves the rough handling he gets at the hands of the “queers” to whom he finds himself attracted.
With all these caveats, I have to admit that some parts of the book pushed my buttons. The encounter with Cindy the librarian was one of the hottest scenes I've read in while. Then there's the protagonist's barely remembered meeting with “God”, the mysterious Uber-Master of the most vicious club he attends. God, it turns out, is trans and exquisitely powerful and alluring. The dream-like interlude perhaps sums up the narrator's sexual confusion. The Master's dualism is a mirror of his own nature.
Ultimately, I'm not sure it was the author's intent to arouse, or at least not exclusively. Some readers will call this book pornography of the worst sort, the kind that glorifies the abuse of women and equates sex with violence. Perhaps they're correct. On the other hand, Thirty-One Days is also a well-crafted, thought-provoking novel that asks difficult questions about the nature of desire. If it's porn, it's some of the best-written porn I've ever read, though not necessarily the sexiest.
IF YOU ARE LOOKING FOR HONEST HARDCORE, THIS IS IT!
I think you hit the nail right on the head, regarding Derek Helton being 'bound up' in his expertise with women, thereby discounting his new experiences. His interview with Doctor Melissa was insightful, and seemed extremely telling. This guy seems so lost in himself, that he actually grows his new character into something rather profound and consequential. I spent nearly three months going back and forth to Milwaukee interviewing Derek and tracking down some of the femmes fatales involved in his story. I could fill another entire novel with what didn't make it to the book. There is definitely a part two coming, as our protagonist must wrestle with the mind bending girl of his dreams Charlene, or return to the underground to finish what he has started.
Again, thank you for reading and thank you for your input. Cheers, RJJ
Excellent book,superbly written, I love the way the two time periods (the present and a year previously !!!)that the story takes place in are beautifully interwieved making the plot very fast paced and dynamic
Your characterisation is superb and the erotic scenes both straight and gay are hot,believable.
The storyline where he's working his way through the gay sex he's expeiencing which could be viewed as sexual abuse bordering on rape is compelling,brutal,exciting and touching.I love the way hes constantly trying to reinforce the fact that he doesn't like it,that he's being forced,tricked against his will into it.His masculinity is so bound up in his self confessed 'expertise' with women that he just can't cope with the idea he's genuinely enjoying a little gay action,like so many men.
Personally,I've experienced that inner struggle too but once I realised my masculinity is part of who I am and not defined by where I choose to stick my cock then all inner struggles evaporated in a flash,sex mad is sex mad that's all that counts.lol.
Personally,I give the book 11/10 so far and 50p is far too cheap a price.I'd have paid £5 for the eBook (say sound $7-8) and not have felt at all short changed.
Hope you're writing your next novel
Right now I've just began chapter 30 and have to say I'm totally gripped.The 'hero' is a cynical,manipulative operator particularly when it comes to younger,impressionable girls,egotistical and totally full of himself though not so 'in control' when hooking up with stong or more experienced women but I have to admit I like the guy.I find him plausible and human,even see some of myself in my younger more selfish days.lol.
I find myself almost shouting at him,it's the slices (presumably laced with some kind of date rape/ecstacy,liquid MDMA/viagra combo !!!) not the beer or the vodka or even the poppers you fucking idiot !!!!
He keeps,so far at least,stumbling completely unwittingly yet with eyes wide open into incredibly vulnerable, submissive positions.
Is he just completely fucking stupid ??
Or is he so supremely arrogant that he keeps dismissing the younger,less physically powerful Stevie only to find himself being totally physically,mentally and emotionally dominated and unaware it's happening until it's far too late.
OR is it he secretely,deep down wants to be a totally,submissive bottom but can't admit it to himself